The Ex Obsession Novels & Stories

Why can’t anything ever go my way? Why do I always lose just when I think I’ve won? And why the fuck is the man I’m supposed to marry standing in front of her suite, arguing with her boyfriend over his right to see her? A cold chill runs through me as I take in the scene — the tension in his shoulders, the desperate edge in his voice. This isn’t just some unresolved ex drama. This is obsession. And I’m the idiot who thought I could change him. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I force my voice to be steady, light, like my heart isn’t sinking straight into my stomach.

She persisted, obsession visible in her countenance. "Tessa! you really need to stop now, do you know how many people died because of your obsession? do you know what we had to go through? you are the reason we don't have maids working in this house anymore." "Then, we kill more if it means I get to have Rex, if it means I die the next day all I want is to have Rex say yes to me." "Tessa!" Her mother shouted. "Stella!! stay out of this if you can't help, you never cared about me either way, none of you cares, it's why I turned this way, it's why Rex dosen't like me."

Damon could picture it — Felix’s shoulders dropping, his free hand scrubbing down his face, the fatigue clinging to him like damp clothes. “What could the fucker possibly want?” Felix said with venom. “Let me guess, it's probably about that stupid ultimatum. Helix or whatever the shit it is” “Probably,” Damon muttered. And then. “But we don't have it” “Yeah I know. And the deadline is up, right?” Damon glanced at his watch,”yeah. In a few hours it is” “Oh it's so fucking annoying that this old man thinks he can mess with us like this. And for what”

I’m no longer the captain of a syndicate or the heir to a blood-stained throne; I’m just a man driven by a singular, primal obsession. It’s a battle of wills as I sink into his heat and my cock throbs from how incredible it feels. The mattress shakes around us, the heavy frame of the Hudson Valley estate groaning under the weight of a collision that’s been building since I first saw him through a lens at Club Ombra. Our throaty, desperate noises are the only sounds in the room, cutting through the silence of the woods outside. We are sweating, desperate, and buzzing from the chemical warfare we’ve inflicted on each other’s systems.

Lorenzo I pull out of her,my dick still semi-hard. This woman is like a drug to me, one that I can't get rid of. When I am with her, I can't think of anything else but fill her insides till she is soaking with my essence. Gino says that my obsession with her has turned into something more dangerous. An obsession. In my line of work, having an obsession can be classified like having an Achilles heel. He says that anyone can get to me. They just have to get to Megan abs and have me eating at the palm of their hands.

Chapter Two : Obsession In Revenge ** Christiana’s POV** They say obsession is addictive, my addiction started on a Thursday afternoon, in my sweatpants, with my hair tied up and revenge sitting heavy in my chest like a second heartbeat. I was scrolling through social media like the nights before, where grief blurred my screen and guilt lulled me into sleepless spirals. I had a vision, specifically a mission to seduce, steal and destroy. I wonder what Bryan Adams, the CEO of Adams Petroleum and Gas, would think of Bella, his fiancée when he discovers she was once entangled with my father, Giveon Salazar in a forbidden romance.

“Three things we talked about in the car yesterday.” I wanted to be sure that the man I was with last night was truly Detroit. Both Detroits responded simultaneously, “We talked about the doppelganger in your office, joked about Luca and his nine inches, and I told you to sleep, that I was right there.” “Lucian and his nine inches, your ex and his mistress, your safety.” My heart sank. The car was bugged. They were both correct, but Detroit never called the male lead of Sicilian Obsession by his name, nor has he ever called Ryan by his name as well. It was either “Your ex, or HE”

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

Obsession doesn’t announce itself with sirens. It seeps in quietly, like water under a locked door, until the floor you stand on warps and bends beneath you. For Rose, it began with little things. A text at odd hours, not of endearment but of command. Don’t go in tonight. Meet me instead. Wear the black dress.

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.